Prisoner of Posessive Love

Chapter 2 - The Surprise

"Alyssa!" my father uses his warning tone and almost turns red.

Did he not hear them? Or is it me hearing things? Should I pretend that I didn’t hear multiple men’s claims? Oh wait, there’s Samantha, Dad’s unmated secretary. It’s probably her. It must be her. Or wait. I see Lauren, our maid. She is in her forties, though. But still unmated. Could be her as well. 

Phew, That was close! What was I thinking! Haha…  I smile apologetically and push Meghan slightly in the direction of her group. I see a beaming redhead – must be Tyler, her mate. Dan helps Meghan down the stairs and we hear a growl. Yep, definitely Tyler. Dan doesn’t look at him and helps me next, like the gentleman that he is. We hear a growl again. Someone is overexcited. That Tyler can use words, can’t he?

"These are my children," I hear Dad saying,  "Well, obviously you know our Meghan and this is my son Daniel and my daughter Alyssa.  Dan, Alyssa, this is the Tyler we all heard so much about in the last few days. And this is the Alpha of the Crimson Moon pack – Demitry Richards."

Dan shakes the Alpha’s hand and I am next in line. I see his hand and finally raise my eyes to him after my embarrassing swearing… and everything becomes blurry. Everything except for his piercing green eyes.  I touch his hand in an attempt to shake it and sparkles go all over my body. Feels amazing. Kira is howling. Of course. 

But no, I snap out of it and get my hand back as soon as I can. I know who he is, my mate! The one I really did not want to meet for the next 3 to 6 years…  I can’t look at him and I immediately hear his displeased growl. I come to the next man and try to shake his hand as soon as it’s only humanly possible. And I feel sparkles as well. Not as strong as before, but it’s definitely there. I look at the person who is holding my hand now and he is smiling happily. I look at him with my jaw dropped and finally look back at the Alpha next to us. They are both looking at me, and I keep looking at both of them.  They are both handsome. And when I say handsome I mean Men’s Health magazine handsome. They are both tall with dark hair, they are much taller than me and I am not a short girl. Their physique is impeccable. The Alpha has green eyes and the second guy’s eyes are blue. They look alike, both beautiful, but the Alpha is more of a brutal masculine type with sharp features, while the other’s features are soft and somewhat playful. 

I get my hand back. I am not shaking any more hands today. But the second guy grabs my hand back and kisses it: 

"Rafael Richards," he says,  "It’s so lovely to meet you, princess of the Blue Moon pack". 

He smiles playfully and I hear the alpha growling slightly. What was his name again?

"Richards?" I say absentmindedly, not being able to concentrate.

"I am Demitry’s younger and much more handsome brother," he smirks looking at his Alpha.

 Oh right. Demitry. Demitry Richards. Richards brothers. 

I am so completely and utterly f****d! 

Dad makes me shakes more hands. Damn it! But, luckily, no more sparks. Thank Goddess! We all go to the lounge where drinks and snacks are awaiting and I smile like a doll, but I feel like a grenade exploded right next to me as it's completely impossible to hear what anyone is saying. I see Dad talking to Demitry while he looks at me from time to time. His brother is right next to them, looking at me only. He suddenly winks and I turn away.

"What’s up?" Dan looks at me and he is worried, "Have I heard what I think I heard when we met them?"

"Depends on what you've heard," I say finally able to concentrate on my brother.

"I am pretty sure someone made a “mate claim”,  Dan whispers, "Do you feel anything?"

I shake my head. I don’t know why, but I don’t want to admit it out loud.

 "So, who do you think it is then?", Dan seems excited now that he thinks it’s not me, "Sam or Lauren?"

"I don’t know," I take a glass of whiskey while I am supposed to take the champagne and drink it in one gulp.

"Wow," Dan covers me from our father’s view quickly. He is a good brother, "I am the one supposed to get drunk tonight, sis. Not you."

"Uh-huh," I nod and drink a second glass in the same way.

"Alyssa!" my bro hisses and takes the glass out of my hand while pulling me away to the kitchen.  My legs are numb and I hear someone follow us quickly. Two sets of footsteps. Oh goddess, please, no! I turn and see Meghan dragging Tyler behind us. Amen. At least it’s not them. I feel how Dan’s hand stiffens on mine and quickly stand in front of him in hope Tyler wouldn’t feel anything. 

"What’s going on with you two?", Meghan is curious and smiling in the hope of an old good gossip. I know she heard everything.

Dan and I are both silent but for very different reasons. His hand starts hurting me and I look at Megs and then at her mate in hope that one of them will understand the hint. 

 "I’d better go," Tyler smiles apologetically.

"No," Meghan doesn’t let him go, "You can say anything in front of Tyler. We have no secrets."

  Dan’s hand is going to break mine. s**t.

 "You don’t, but we do! Tyler, sorry.." I shake my shoulders.

"It’s all right,"  Tyler winks at me and kisses Meghan on the forehead, this time I clench my brother’s hand to keep him in control, "I’ll leave you, siblings, for the moment, but I do hope that we can get to know each other better with time."

 Damn it. He is nice. I kinda wanted to hate him slightly for my bro, but now I am not sure it’s going to work. My hand is dying though. I think “siblings” killed it for Dan.

"Spill it!" Meghan is not happy with sending Tyler away.

 "There’s nothing to spill," I am looking around the kitchen in search of more whiskey. Or vodka. I don’t really care.

"Nothing to spill?! So it’s nothing that I hear someone making a claim for a mate in front of everyone right when you were going down the stairs. And not one, but two! So at least one of them is definitely for you!" she was always the Sherlock of our group.

"It’s probably Sam or Lauren. Or both,"  Dan says finally unclenching my poor hand.

"Really?", Megs rolls her eyes,  "You think it would be our almost 50-year-old maid over your hot young piece of a sister? Have you seen how young and hot those men are? I love Lauren but there's no way she is mated to one of them!"

"Hotter than Tyler for sure,"   Daniel snorted.

"How dare you?!", Meghan gasped in Downton abbey way. She was a fan of the show and she will always be a drama queen.

"Goddess works in mysterious ways,"  I say, trying to close the subject.

"Don’t you lie while speaking about the Moon Goddess," my bestie insisted,  "I saw how they look at you! All five of them! So spill it. Which one is yours?!"

"Sis?", now Dan is looking at me suspiciously too.

 "Damn it!," I snap,  "i...I am not sure…"

"What the f**k, Als," now my brother was really angry, "You have either found your mate or you haven’t!"

"Well…", I finally find a bottle of Glenfiddich whisky and try to open it,  "I kind of felt something…."

I stop talking and take a huge gulp.

"Alyssa Greenwood!" Meghan is beyond annoyed.

"For two of them!" I say after I can breathe again.

"What the f**k?!" now Dan’s jaw drops? "That’s impossible!"

He looks at me and at Meghan and we all stay silent.

"Your f*****g dream!", Megs grabs my bottle and takes a huge gulp herself. The Crimsons would think that we are a pack of alcoholics. Interesting. Maybe this is my way out?

"What f*****g dream?", Dan is angry and I can feel it. 

"Her Mate Dream! Duh!" 

"You saw a Mate Dream?"

"I don’t know,"  I sign.

"You know! Don’t lie to yourself. You saw two men and you got two mates!", Meghan was sipping the whisky like it was coke or something.

Dan grasped the bottle and took a few huge gulps. Yep, a pack of alcoholics we are…

"Who are they?" he asked in his deep voice.

"Richard brothers," I took the bottle and made another gulp.

"f**k!" Meghan got the whisky next and Dan took a sip after her. We need to start looking for another bottle.

"It’s very bad, sis!" my brother said after a while, "You know the stories about them. It was bad enough that Megs is going to their pack. I would be bad enough if it was one of them… But both! How is it even possible? Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake?"

"I don’t know," I feel a bit nauseous.

 "I’ve heard that things like this happen sometimes," Meghan said, "People have two mates instead of one. It usually happens with twins. And sometimes second chance mates. With twins, it would be possible to have both of them…"

"Euw!", I say and feel even more nauseous, " Do I look like a girl from a threesome to you?"

"Never!"  Dan growls, disgust on his face.

"What are you going to do?" Meghan asks finally.

"Nothing today," I say and throw the empty bottle away, "It’s your day, hun. We are not going to spoil it with this. And I will have time to think until tomorrow."

We hear footsteps and immediately gobble a macaron each from a nearby table to cover the smell of whisky... If it is even possible at this point.

Samantha walks in and rolls her eyes. She knows about whisky, doesn’t she?

" Guys, your father is going to kill all three of you. Go back immediately!"

We walk back to the lounge and everyone is already seated at the sofas and armchairs comfortably. My Dad is standing at the window, talking to the Alpha Demitry. He looks at me as soon as I walk in. His green eyes piercing as hell. It’s suddenly hard for me to breathe. He knows I feel it and he raises his voice slightly:

"So, after today’s ritual, we’ll have their wedding at our pack’s territory next month. I hope you all will be able to attend."

"Of course," my father agrees without thinking about it,  "Our family wouldn’t miss our Meghan’s wedding for the world."

Demitry doesn’t look at my dad. He looks at me. And smirks. That mother fucker!